clara/twelve fic: sometime around midnight

twelveclara: He struggles between making poetry out of her body and telling her the truth: it’s a difficult combination, needing her to know and needing it to be beautiful. She says, breathless in wonderment, “Oh, the amount of things that had to happen in order for me to be standing here at all.” [midnight in paris au. …

clara/twelve fic: baby, let’s ride

twelveclara: He pulls away, but the last kiss he places against her mouth is tender, delicate. The contrast is odd; sometimes she can’t tell if he’d like to fuck her or date her. Well; she’s always had a thing for older men. [retrospectively, she probably shouldn’t be fucking her student’s father. 5.5k words; hot dad au. …